The F King: A Bad Boy Romance(79)

The man who was taking my innocence so masterfully let his eyes roam over my body, exploring every inch of skin as thoroughly as he had read my face a few minutes ago. He admired his handiwork in every bounce of my breasts, every squirm of my hips and every twitch of muscle.

Out of everything, nothing seemed to please him more than the sight of his cock driving into my pussy. I could only imagine how big it looked with my lips stretched so tightly around it, how it glistened with our combined juices on every outstroke.

Maybe imagination was enough, because that very thought sent a pulse of utter ecstasy flashing from my clit to the very extremities of my fingers and toes. I squeaked and then bit my lip, embarrassed out of habit.

It was pure madness to be self-conscious about that little vocalization of pleasure, when my pussy was so wet for him. Like so many things, that reaction was out of my control.

If Austin noticed my moment of self-doubt, it didn’t affect his rhythm. If anything, he began slowly dialing up the pace of his fucking, and another flush of pleasure forced a little squeal of affirmation out of me.

The pain was still unquestionably there, but I had a sense that I was falling, or flying, in the other direction now. My nipples, painfully stiff, made no attempt to hide my arousal, waving like little pink flags of surrender to the powerful man thrusting above me.

Mmmmm, the powerful man above me. My pink tips might have been the only thing on my body that could match how hard he was, both that monster cock between his legs and his rippling muscles.

For the first time since I felt his girth pushing my labia to each side, I allowed myself to bask in his physical perfection. All that strength, working with the coordination of an elite athlete, covered in ink and, for the time being, concentrating on jack-hammering a huge cock into me.

I moaned as the pleasure grew, losing a constant battle to catch my breath. Austin hadn’t even broken a sweat yet; he looked like he could go forever.

Sensing the change in tide within me, Austin let go of my wrists and brought his hand to my throat. I curled one hand around his arm, as if I’d be able to do anything at all should he decide to squeeze, and let myself feel all that hard-thrusting power with the other.

“That’s it, there’s my dirty little wife,” he said.

Austin was pounding into me so hard and fast by this stage that my pussy was a cacophony of sensation. It was almost impossible to decipher what my nerves were trying to sing to me, where one thrust stopped and the next started. My body was almost vibrating rather than shaking.

One message that started quietly, but grew louder with every passing second, was that I was going to climax again, and climax hard. Dull pleasure from my clit flowed slowly out until my pussy muscles were fluttering around that huge cock and I was so close, I was going to scream the hotel down, I was…

Austin stopped for a moment and flipped my leg from one side of his body to the other, before grabbing my hips and pulling me up into doggystyle position. It was the tiniest of pauses, but my orgasm retreated from the brink far enough that I cried out in frustration.

“Fuck me! Do it! Fuck me, hard!”

Smack!

My husband’s hand on my ass rang out like a gunshot over my own panting and I yelped in surprise, partly at the unexpected pain but more at the unexpected pleasure. Austin resumed his former pace as if it was a starter’s pistol in a race, and this position allowed him even deeper access to my virginal pussy.

I winced anew as his cock claimed my most intimate depths, untouched flesh that was about half an hour less experienced than my entrance. The tip of his cock brushed up against my cervix a few times, leaving me in no doubt that I physically had nothing more to give.

When this fake marriage was over, I’d have nothing to give my hypothetical real future husband that Austin hadn’t already marked as his own. I bit my lip. How could anybody else ever make me feel like this? How would I ever find somebody that could fuck so hard?

Smack!

My orgasm came rushing back to the forefront and I screamed my affirmatives, trying to give Austin every sign I could to push me over the edge. I wasn’t sure if I was speaking in English, but it seemed to work.

Reaching forward, Austin grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of my head, and used that grip to pull my entire body against his hard thrusts. I could feel the strain on my scalp, and it was almost as if that was the last signal I needed. My first cock-powered orgasm took me.

My muscles flexed as if in a quivery and pleasurable cramp. It curled my toes and, when it hit my abdominals, made me tug against the grip Austin had on my hair even more.

If he had let me, I would have buried my face in the pillow and muffled my orgasm, but he pulled back hard enough that I was looking up at the ceiling. I screamed my ecstatic delirium in that direction instead.